A Letter to Those Still Playing Ball

Baseball, a child’s game that we get the privilege of playing past our childhood. A game so beautiful, it brings joy to us when nothing else does. We fell in love at an early age and have poured our lives into it. We can’t imagine our lives without it. That’s why I am here to tell all of you still playing, to play for as long as you possibly can.

“We’re all told at some point in time that we can no longer play the children’s game, we just don’t… don’t know when that’s gonna be. Some of us are told at eighteen, some of us are told at forty, but we’re all told.”

The day you have to hang up the cleats, a piece of you is taken. Something that has always been there, is all of the sudden gone. To all of you still playing, don’t take this game for granted. Realize the opportunity you’ve got and play to the very best of your ability. Shortly after hanging it up, you will begin to reminisce on everything. This is where I come back to not taking the game for granted and giving it all you got. Once you start reminiscing, you want to be able to say you gave it everything you had and wouldn’t change a thing about what you did. The less you have to regret, the easier it will be to come to peace with your playing days being over. If you’re a guy that loves baseball and wants to play at the next level, I am telling you now to get after it, or you will regret it all.

Play this child’s game for as long as you can, don’t ever take it for granted or it will come back to bite you. Those days you spend on the field is the time of your life, make it last. Take it from me, a guy who had to hang the spikes up too soon.

A guy who had to hang the spikes up too soon. Beyond blessed to have had the opportunity to play at the next level. Played at Faulkner University and Shelton State Community College. The love for the game will never die.